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    On the edge of a vast, glimmering lake surrounded by towering crystal spires, a slender elf with porcelain skin and hair like spun gold sits cross- legged on a floating lily pad, playing a silver panflute. The melody she produces is soft and ethereal, resonating through the still air and sending ripples across the pristine, mirror- like surface of the water. Above her, the sky shifts with hues of pink, orange, and violet as the sun dips below the horizon, casting a golden glow across the entire scene. Tiny, glowing dragonflies hover around her, their wings shimmering like prisms in the fading light. The elf’s eyes are closed, lost in the music, and her pointed ears are adorned with delicate chains of tiny gemstones that catch the light with every subtle movement. The lilies surrounding her bloom in response to the melody, their petals glowing faintly with bioluminescence. A gentle breeze stirs the air, carrying the scent of blooming jasmine and cool water. In the distance, the faint outline of a floating island can be seen, its waterfalls cascading gracefully into the endless lake below. The entire scene feels like a fleeting moment of magic suspended in time, with the elf’s music as its heartbeat. detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows. intricate details, vivid colors, hyper- detailed, ultra- sharp, High resolution, high detail. Highly detailed. <lora:Ev_Ganin:0. 4><lora:Vintage comic book:0. 4><lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0. 15><lora:Greg_Capullo_style:0. 4><lora:jeanClaude_Mzires_Style_FLUX- 000001:0. 4><lora:Flux_Ink_Anime:0. 4> <lora:PANFLUTE_FLUX>

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